Prose of breaking into the wild boar's nest in the valley alone

During the summer vacation, I walked through the rope nest valley, Liujia valley and Shuijingkou valley, but the nearby wild boar nest and small ditch have never been involved.

After breakfast, take advantage of the cool weather and walk along the northwest direction of Valley Road. Under the bridge, the valley in the southwest is a small ditch.

The river bed here has been treated. The valley is seven or eight meters wide and there are about eighteen terraces every twenty or thirty meters. The riverbanks built on both sides are two or three meters high. When water is popular from the valley, it forms a water curtain, which is commonly called a small waterfall. A dozen or eight waterfalls make up a spectacular waterfall group. On the right side of the river bed is a new building. It seems that the goal is tourism and holiday reception.

This valley is relatively narrow. There is very little flat land, only flat land, and there are resettlement households who have moved here.

Go straight along the cement road and you will always meet tourists who turn around. How far is the cement road? A: Two or three miles. It seems that this valley is really not too deep. If I think so, my legs will be full of vitality, just like the wind on my legs, and I walk like a full-fledged scud.

Before long, the cement road came to an end. The path connecting the cement road continues to extend. While hesitating whether to advance or retreat, six tourists walked out of the bushes. Two men, one fat and one thin, each holding a stick nearly two meters long. Four ladies, all wearing sunglasses and scarves, chattered like hens.

I stopped to ask the fat man with nearsighted glasses. He has a pockmarked face, gray temples and a strong body. Judging from his clothing temperament, he is a man of culture. I asked him how far he was going. He answered me: I don't know, we have come a long way, and we haven't come to the end yet.

He asked me, why did you go into the ditch alone? Not even a man? I said no, and he solemnly told me that you must be careful when you enter the mountain alone. I am puzzled: Are there robbers in the mountains? He replied to me unhurriedly: there is no robbery, but I heard that wild boar often haunts this ditch and sometimes hurts people!

I nodded and thanked the fat man. Continue to gallop into the mountains. After walking for more than ten minutes, I just walked beside a farmer who was engaged in infrastructure construction. A man in his fifties unloaded something from a motorcycle.

Seeing that I was alone, the man kindly reminded me that it is not good to go into the mountain alone, so come with several people. I asked him, is there a wild boar? He untied the rope and said, there must be wild boar, but there is something more terrible than wild boar! Is it a wild panda? I can't wait to ask.

He straightened up, stood and smiled: the giant panda is not terrible, but docile. I am afraid of grizzly bears. In case I meet that guy, I will hug you and kiss you. If you are not disabled, I am afraid that you will be seriously injured.

At this time, I remembered the fat man's embarrassed expression at that time. It turned out that he wanted to tell me that there were bears in the mountains, but because I was traveling alone, I didn't dare to tell the horror of wild animals lurking in the mountains.

I continued to walk along the path. When you are thirsty, go to the stream, put your mobile phone, glasses, cigarettes and fire on a big stone, and then find a suitable stone to sit down. The mountain is covered with dense trees. Dense shade, clear streams, gurgling water and cicadas make the whole valley unusually quiet.

I bowed my head, folded my hands, scooped up water and drank it. It was sweet, cold and comfortable. I squatted on the stone, lifted the clear stream and washed my face. Feeling cold, I put on my glasses again and continued to advance into the mountains with something.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the sun is burning. The mountain is steaming hot, and I am a fat man. If you are in a hurry, it is inevitable to open your mouth and breathe. Smell, sweat. Not far, sleepy and thirsty. After a hundred steps, I saw two families.

In the shade of the roadside, sat a thin man in his sixties. He saw that I was walking alone and looked very tired, so he knocked on another stone under the tree with his stick. And tell me in a caring tone: sit down and have a rest, and wait until it gets cold.

On the left of the two stones is a stream in the valley. Two young people, a man and a woman, seem to be husband and wife, washing in the stream. The man also has a dragon tattoo on his right arm.

I don't know if he belongs to the dragon, and I want to use the spirit of the dragon to inspire him, whether he is a dragon son or a grandson, or to decorate himself with tattoo patterns. I don't care to know. Then I saw an old man in his seventies carrying a cage. He went straight to the stream, stood on a stone on the water, squatted down, and then dipped the cage in clear water.

Only then did I see clearly what was in the cage: lotus white, onions, beans, potatoes and onions. Except for the scallion, everything else is blocky and obviously cut. It seems that before cooking, mountain people wash vegetables like this.

I kept drilling until I came to a house. This family, on the left bank of the stream, built a simple wooden bridge for convenient transportation. There are sixty or seventy boards nailed horizontally on the bridge deck.

In the yard, there is a young man doing something with his head down. Next to him, there is a gray-yellow dog. I crossed the bridge, stopped at the place where the family got water, stood on the rocks on the shore and scooped up water to drink. And my whereabouts, the owner did not notice, even the dog was indifferent.

Then, continue along the path. The distance between the two mountains here is particularly narrow, with dense trees, rich plants and beautiful scenery. I picked up my mobile phone, and it was another smelly pat. My scenery is not good. Take off my glasses racket first, and then put on my cake racket. It doesn't matter whether it's good or not. If you break into the boar's den alone, you must keep your information well.

The more you walk, the more confused you are, and the more you walk, the more scared you are. In addition to cicadas, it is the sound of water. Empty and lonely valley, quiet out of a little terror. I stopped and looked at the time. It was a quarter past ten. So, without thinking about anything, I turned back along the original road.

It was almost a trot when I came back. A person wandering in the valley, it is inevitable that there will be such whimsy occasionally. The tiger in Badaling Nature Reserve pounced on people, and the black bear in the video attacked people, which scared me. My turn-back is actually a retreat in my heart.

Back to the place where the two families lived, the man was still sitting there. It's just that the vegetable washer is gone It's great to sit in the shade of a tree and by a gurgling stream.

I sat on the stone, took out my cigarette and toasted my brother. I lit it and enjoyed the pleasure of tobacco like a fairy. As for the man sitting there, the cigarette is still in his finger. I immediately judged that he definitely didn't have a fire, so I approached him and lit it for him.

At this time, I watched him carefully. His bones are not big, his figure is thin and even weak. Bright eyes, kindness and kindness. Next to his left foot, there are two sticks lying smoothly. Subconsciously, he must be a basket case.

Before he came to Kan Kan, I asked him: I had polio since I was a child, and my left leg was useless. Say that finish, he pulled up his left trouser leg, revealing the disabled leg. There is almost no muscle in the left leg, only a layer of wrinkled skin, like a firewood stick.

A few years ago, I had a cerebral hemorrhage and was saved, but my healthy right leg could not move. The thigh that once relied on is useless now, and it has become a useless person who eats idle food. There used to be disability allowance. After my cerebral hemorrhage, I don't know why, but it's gone.

Things in the world are sometimes like this: small details break the rope, and good people suffer a lot; The life of doing good is short, but the life of doing evil is long; Lame, crutches, poor family, burned. This also verifies the old saying "Happiness never comes in pairs, but it never rains alone".

His name is Wei Jingming, and he is sixty-six. It is the third group of villagers in Tanger Village, Tangyu Town, Lantian. Life in the depths of the mountains for decades has kept him simple, sincere and kind. He even invited me to his home and asked me to drop in when I came to the valley again.

He has a daughter, a son-in-law and two grandchildren. He was heavily in debt and borrowed money to build a new house. Due to lack of funds, the main project was completed, but he had no money to paint and install doors and windows, so that the new house was idle.

He told me that there were several other families on the valley path. Over the mountain ridge, you arrive at Kuyu, the boundary of Chang 'an. In this ravine, there are many wild boars, and the corn and potatoes planted are often destroyed. Even pheasants dig sweet potatoes. Every night, we have to make a fire in the field, otherwise, there will be no harvest.

I asked if there were any giant pandas, but he said no, but there were animals like roe deer, muntjac, gazelle and badger in the ditch. Wild boar is the most frequented place. I said, if you have a dog at home, are you still afraid of wild boar? He replied: dogs can only give people a sound and play a warning role. Wild boar is fierce and not afraid of dogs. Dogs run when they see it, and dogs are also afraid of wild boar.

I asked, can you usually see wild deer and takin? He said he couldn't see. Look, there are trees everywhere on the mountain. These animals are hidden in the Woods, and you can't find them at all. Only in winter, when the leaves fall and there is less food to eat in the mountains, do these animals go to places where people live to feed. See these animals, mainly in winter and early spring.

Do you have a grizzly bear? He replied in a positive tone: Yes. But it hasn't appeared much in recent years. Grizzly bears are fierce, people are afraid when they see them, and dogs are afraid when they see them. Many years ago, grizzly bears injured people and cattle and sheep were killed. If you want to fuck a guy after walking in this ravine, you'd better go with several people. Not afraid of 10 thousand, just afraid of one thousand. Met, there is also a kind of mutual care between people.

When I left, he tried to stand up and see me off politely. I motioned him not to move and thanked him with my fist. He urged me to go home next time.

Go straight ahead and drive out. Infrastructure family. I went in and took a look. The wall was wet, the ground was not flat, and it was full of stones and sundries. Small room, no doors, no windows, breathable on all sides, wet and messy. A room with a spring bed and bedding on it.

At this time, a woman with a sick seedling came over, who was in her sixties and was not very active. She looked at me with glassy eyes and said nothing. Hearing the sound, a woman in her thirties came down from upstairs. Seeing me come in, I took out a cigarette from the unclosed hole in the wall and drew out a cigarette to respect me. I am humble and she is firm. I answered it. What is this? This is the simple character maintained by the mountain people.

The woman said that his mother lives alone in Laoshan, which is far from here. Living alone, I am in poor health and no one takes care of me. She had to apply to the village head, and the village drew a village base to build a house for her mother here. People in the mountains are poor and have no money. It is really not easy to borrow tens of thousands of dollars to build these houses. I don't know whether these loans can be paid off in a few years.

She and her brother live in the depths of the mountains, and they have never been to school or studied since childhood. A few years ago, when my brother was working in Yulin, he was instigated to illegally transport explosives, was arrested and sentenced, and is still in prison. Her father died of illness more than ten years ago. After her mother fell ill, her present home is too far away from her mother's family, and no one takes care of it. Moving here is more convenient to take care of.

She has no education and works in Xi 'an. She can only dry clean dishes and wash dishes. After a year, you can't earn much money. In order to build a house for her mother, she also borrowed a lot of money in her own name, which was quite stressful.

In the same city, the situation is very different. Some people have no worries about food and clothing and live a happy life. Some people, life is very difficult and painful. Due to the limitation of living environment and harsh natural conditions, many people in the Qinling Mountains lead extremely poor lives. We have provided too many public resources and products to the city people, but what have we provided to the poor in the mountains?

Seeing this, I am speechless.

It's hot, and the city people gather in the valley deep in the Qinling Mountains for the summer. Mountains bring them coolness, birds singing, cicadas chirping, the sound of spring, fresh air, blue sky, white clouds and beautiful scenery. In the land of rivers and mountains at the foot of the mountain, I live a paradise life of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". But the people deep in the mountains are like these two families I saw with my own eyes. Who can understand their misfortune and hardship?

Where did our poverty alleviation funds go? What about those who accept our bailout fund? We went deep into the grassroots, sympathized with the people's feelings, investigated and visited. How many leaders have been here?

I bid farewell to my mother and daughter in the mountains and silently lamented in the valley. Our economic and social prosperity can't just look at the high-rise buildings and garden cities in the city; You can't just watch the bright neon flashing, singing and dancing at night. They need social assistance and help, and they need to be fully rescued as the target of precise poverty alleviation.

We want to see the valley, the twinkling stars in the valley, and the mountain people struggling in the depths of the mountains. Our conscience may find something. Our souls may be redeemed, and our actions may stand the torture of history.

In the wild boar's nest, the danger is not the presence of tigers, leopards and bears, but the injustice of reality. It is not the paws of grizzly bears, but poverty that breeds here from generation to generation.

At half past eleven, I returned to my residence. But my stomach is full, and I am filled with indignation. I give myself trouble for no reason, and I give myself trouble for no reason.

How painful it is for a person to break into a boar's nest. When will we realize the Chinese dream and get rid of poverty?